SOMETIMES

It's quarter passed noon
a stylish guy was sitting on the bench
he slurped the noodle like Mifune
and he spoke to me “Hey man,give me a cigarette”

It's like a daydream
we were talking only about the roots
That guy threw the cigarette away
and he said to me “We've already Met before”

It's a strange afternoon
South wind was blowing through
and I got a brand new point of view
“Hope our paths cross again”
he smiled and walked away
a long shadow fell on the white lane

Sometimes my mind connects me and the universe
and blows away the knowledge stored up for a thousand years
Then I feel......

sitting on the same bench
I saw the light white moon was in the sky
and I found a boy walking with a dog
so I spoke to him, “Hey man,give me a cigarette”